#Marius/Daniel

[proffbon]

[rijinks]

Marius, Daniel, and the Cloud Gift.

(or also, the De Romanus Airlines)

[tulinokkaelain]

Valenfangs day 3: Slumber party

They were watching a movie, but Daniel fell asleep, and now they're just mostly watching Daniel snore cutely. :3

@valenfangs

[desertfangs]

Thinking about how both Marius and Daniel met the person who would introduce them to immortality while hanging out in a bar, studying other people and working on their own projects to understand the world around them (Marius writing his history and notes, Daniel doing his interviews.) Truly an incredible parallel.

I wonder if Daniel thought about that when he read The Vampire Lestat. Not only did he get to learn a ton about Armand, but also his maker! Who was not unlike Daniel in some ways! Not the biggest revelation in that book by a mile for him but a neat little detail for sure.

[ladisgarde]

wip

[poet-to-none]

The scene Daniel and Tesk trapped Marius between them and he's going NOWHERE. I tell you it's what happened guys. Can you believe it. What a night. Daniel, Marius, and Teskhamen | The Vampire Chronicles | Marker Doodle | October 2024

[monstersinthecosmos]

Vamptember Day 24 - Divorce

{black light burns - drowning together, dying alone}

Daniel’s headphones are on, but he still hears the muffled rhythm of their voices from the other room. Noise canceling only goes so far for the preternatural, it seems. He turns the volume up, and stares down at his book, and tries not to hear what they’re saying. 

Awkward, overhearing it. Reminds him of his parents fighting when he was a kid.

He hears Marius slam the balcony door, the way it rattles the windows. He lays his book down atop his chest and stares at the ceiling, heart racing from the noise. 

It’s not that he doesn’t know Marius has a secret temper. He can taste it when they drink from each other. Feels it like a charge crackling through the room when Marius is trying to hold it back, senses his suffocating shame when it burns up to the surface. But he’s never truly seen it, has he?

And not now, either. In the other room, away from him. Just the shouting, and the rattling windows. 

Daniel doesn’t feel him out there on the balcony—he must have taken off. Too pissed off to take the stairs, or even wait for the elevator. No, straight up to the sky, and he could be anywhere by now.

His fingers tap idly against the book cover. No noise over the headphones anymore, but he can feel her in the next room. So strange, being near someone Marius’s same age. How heavy their energy feels, even though hers is wholly different. He wonders how long she’ll stay.

The song in his headphones ends, and he tears them from his head, tosses them to the other side of the bed. Digs into his pocket to click the iPod off. Sets his book aside.

Despite the shouting match, Pandora seems relaxed when Daniel pops his head into the living room. Stretched across the green velvet couch like nothing is wrong, leisurely turning the pages of the Gisele Bündchen book. Her shoeless feet plant against the couch cushions, knees bent so that the book can lay open across her thighs.

Daniel leans in the door frame, watching her. Waiting to see if she’ll say anything. Her toes tap gently to the beat of the radio, and her eyes narrow at one of the photographs.

“Marius went out?” Daniel finally asks. 

“For a tantrum, I’m sure.”

“He only acts like this when you’re around, you know.”

Her mouth twists into a half smile, eyes alight as she glances up at him. She taps the couch cushion with one of her feet. “Come sit. Are you defending him?”

Daniel scans outwards again, checking that Marius really left. How good is his hearing, anyway? He scratches the back of his head, chuckling out of nervousness as he obeys her. She lifts her feet so that he has room to sit, then crosses her ankles over his lap.

He’s not sure where to put his hands, if he should tuck them beside himself or fold them over her cold legs. She’s wearing an ankle bracelet and her nails are painted dark purple.

“I think you’re mistaken, baby boy,” she says, and Daniel can’t help laughing a little louder. “He only behaves when you’re around.”

“Baby boy,” Daniel scoffs. If there were fresh blood in his body, his cheeks might get warm. 

She slowly closes the book. Folds her hands on top of it. Stares at Daniel’s face. He can’t hear what she’s thinking.

“You look just like him, you know,” she says, after a pause. “Have any of them told you that?”

“Any of who?”

“Any of them.”

Daniel laughs nervously. “Apparently not.”

“If you’d been turned a bit younger, you and Lestat could pass for his sons. You know that, yes?” When he doesn’t answer, she flexes her foot, rolls her heel back and forth against the top of his thigh. “You must have been a vision when Louis found you.”

“Come on, that’s…” Daniel looks away from her. Chokes on the forced laughter, stares down at the shapely bones of her ankles, unable to watch her face. And, what? That’s what? He crosses his arms over his chest, whole body tense as he tries to keep his hands to himself. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I’m being unfair,” she says, after a pause, and Daniel glances towards her in time to see the way she tilts her head in thought. “You look young. You could still pass as his son. We didn’t age so well when were alive, you know.”

His son. Daniel’s stomach flutters, and Pandora’s eyes glint in mirth.

“You knew that, then.” 

He tries to keep his thoughts hidden, but the memories cascade inside too fast. How many times Marius has been mistaken for his father out in public, the way neither of them ever correct it. The amount of times Daniel has called him daddy.

“It’s a rite of passage, I suppose,” Pandora says. There’s a useless, warm ache where she presses her foot to his groin. 

“What is?”

“That whole father business. He was like that when he was young, too. Perhaps he grew out of it, in his old age. Now it’s his turn to be the father,” she sets the book aside, and Daniel looks towards the noise as it thuds against the coffee table. She folds her arms behind her head as she stretches. “You can touch me, you know.”

Daniel can see it, sort of, in his head. Something foggy that he’s caught in the Blood before, something he stored away deep down in his head from years ago. It surfaces as he laughs a little bit, and lets the tension down from his shoulders, uncrossing his arms and resting his hands against her.

The hair on her legs is so soft, with all this time. Short enough that he can tell she shaved when she alive, but she was turned in such a hurry. Not like Daniel, with every detail obsessed over. Not like Marius.

His fingers curl around her ankle, then over her arch. Marius touches him like this sometimes. He tries to repeat it, massaging her the way he imagines that Marius would.

“You weren’t much older than me when you were turned,” he says, thinking about it. He studies her face, trying to find a clue, but she’s too inhuman to tell.

Her eyebrow quirks as she hears the thought slip out. Daniel chuckles and drops his head, watches the work in his lap as he rubs her feet.

“Sorry. It’s not a bad thing,” he breathes through the awkwardness, feeling the strange hardness of her body. Marius is the same, it’s not that it’s unfamiliar to him. Just… 

“I understand,” she says. “It was that way with the Parents. Or with the twins. It’s hard to see, once we become like this.”

“Marius… feels old,” Daniel mumbles. “You both feel, I don’t know. Ancient. I can feel you in the room, I can tell that you’re something… but Marius. I don’t know. Maybe it’s his paterfamilias bullshit or something.”

Pandora’s laughter is sharp and sudden. She offers a little kick to his hip bone.

“He looks old, maybe. In his face. He just wears it in his face, I think.”

“Well, there aren’t many of us who lived to see thirty. Maybe we just spend too much time around perpetual children.”

“Yeah…” 

Daniel’s motions slow as he stares across the room at nothing. Sore spot, that Pandora couldn’t have known she was pressing on. Not sure his life counts as living to thirty. It had ended that night in San Francisco, really.

“Not that Marius is the paradigm of maturity,” she adds a moment later. She’s grinning when Daniel sneaks a glance at her, like they’re sharing a secret. 

“Has he always been like this?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s different for us. He’s my maker.”

The words curl around his middle spine. He stares at her again, studying her face, realizing for the first time that there’s no photos of her in their apartment. The size of it swells in his chest, too suffocating to imagine. Marius as your maker. Marius as your maker.

“Most of us just have that one person, you know. One person who knew us when we were alive. Marius is lucky in that way, he has a few of us. So do you.”

Daniel shudders. 

“Did you have a big family when you were alive?” she asks, continuing along as if she can’t feel his discomfort.

“No… I was an only child. My mom had a sister that lived nearby, and I had a cousin. That’s it. No one else had come to the US.”

“You’re special, you know.” And her voice is soft, not teasing for once. So sincere. She leans forward to touch him on the chin, to hold him where she wants him, to stare into his eyes. “You met all of us, right away. It’s like having a whole house full of aunties and uncles that want to see you do well.”

Ridiculous. Daniel wants to laugh, but he can’t find it. 

“Most of the time you guys feel like my divorced parents.”

Her fingers pinch him harder. “Were you parents divorced?”

“No, it’s…” he tries to shake his head, but there’s no give. His voice falls flat, too distracted by the shape of her eyes. “It’s a joke.”

“You should call me Mommy some time.” For a moment, Daniel isn’t sure if she’s telling him what to do or it’s another joke. Isn’t sure if he’s supposed to laugh. 

“Oh.”

Her eyes glance towards the open windows, and the curtain swaying in the breeze, out to the city noise and night sky. She and Marius have the barrier between them, but he wonders if she can hear his heartbeat out there somewhere, the only one that’s been there the whole time. 

“Do it in front of him. I want to see what he does.”

[wretcheddoll]

for the last time Marius did not "steal" Daniel from Armand oh my god

[nanathebunny]

on AO3 | Marius/Armand, Armand/Daniel and a hint if Marius/Daniel for the promt Parallel for @vcmicroficmay

i did go a bit over the limit lol it’s 1447 words, but pretend u didn’t see the extra 447, it was for a good cause

[aurelialux83]

Marius/Daniel 💕

[vladsmina]

Marius/Daniel Week

↳ Day 2: trying your patience / rhythmic

Recovery takes time. When a reckless night spirals out of control, Daniel tests Marius to his very limits. Through it all, Marius remains steadfast, offering the care and stability Daniel so desperately needs.

[rijinks]

It's Benji who wears a suit in that mural.

(I had this in mind for a long time–drawn finally for @maridaniweek, Day 4 prompt: assembly)

[tulinokkaelain]

Marius/Daniel week!

Day 5: typewritten notes / deep waters

Don't tease Daniel, he worries too much 🥺

[desertfangs]

VC Fic Rec Friday

As promised, I'm back!

There's so much amazing fic in this fandom that in making this list, I even found a few I need to catch up on! We are truly blessed. But here are just a few that I read and enjoyed:

🌩️ Storms of a Salvaged Mind by @rijinks A great piece about Daniel's recovery from madness. I love explorations of his madness and how he recovers and this does it wonderfully.

💌 By Invitation - by @mlmgaze Lestat is invited to join a very, um, risqué scene with Marius, Armand, and Daniel - Great use of the hormones, very hot!

☀️ All Grown Up - by @bubblegum-blackwood Armand finds himself human again and Daniel takes the opportunity to turn the tables on him. Really fun premise and it goes unexpected places.

🔥 A Matter of Trust - by @bluehairandproverbs A very sexy human AU of Armand/Daniel with virgin play.

🎻 Selfish Desires by @leslutdepointedulac I'm always a sucker for mortal Lestat/Nicki and this is such a fun, playful, sexy fic.

📦 Amazon Prime by @fofoqueirah Incredibly funny, heartfelt, and wonderful fic about Marius and all of the people he loves as he stalks a delivery guy via the security camera.

🏀 Home Court Advantage - @covenofthearticulate It's Louis and Daniel hanging out and... watching basketball? Hell yeah. Bonding over sports and getting to know each other better and it's awesome.

Happy Friday and Happy Reading!

[bitter-limelight]

Marius/Daniel week, *Generation gap*

Daniel as the continuation of Marius' bloodline, one historian to another

[the-sun-will-fly-and-does]

they mean sm to meeee